That ole Early Bird
He gets the worm...

Her long flowing night gown
Midnight black in color...

When the Sun's job is through,
The nighttime belongs to the Moon...

Maybe that is why
Y'all Indians are mad...

A rock is a turtle shell without a soul....
By: Scott Cole...

I swim like a rock
Right to the bottom...

I am a blood vessel
With a big job to do...

Tic toc; tickety toc
Goes the hands of time...

I could never forget you
Erase you from my mind...

No not the butterflies
that dance from within...

I'm still the winner
Even though I'm # 2...

Those tiny little numbers
Written all over your face...